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Angelia’s Novel, “Widow ” is FREE On Saturday!



Angelia Vernon Menchan is wife, mother, nana, mentor and prolific author. Since January 2006, she has published 17 books and an additional 33 ebooks through her small publishing company, MAMM Productions. She is also the Co-founder of Honorable MENCHAN Media, through which she has published books for other authors. Her personal motto is, ‘There is abundance through God for all of us; we simply have to be open for our blessings.’ She resides in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband and cover designer, Maurice Menchan. Tomorrow one of her bestsellers, Widowed will be free all day!


Here’s a taste:Widow

The attorney’s office was spacious and masculine. Arista had never known Paul’s attorney. When they married, they were both established in their own right and they simply created a marital account and added funds to it and prepared wills. She knew there was an insurance policy but had no idea what Paul left other than the house and things they jointly owned. Walking into the office, she was surprised to see Jackson was already there. She was further surprised that Paul’s attorney was a tall, muscular man who looked to be about forty in a bespoke suit with a neat beard, divine dark skin and the sexiest lips she had ever seen.

What the h#ll am I thinking? Arista wondered. Standing, the attorney made his way to Arista offering his hand in greeting.

“Welcome, Mrs. Melbourne-Sebastian, I wish we had met prior to now.” His eyes held hers. “I am Donald Prescott, I handled your husband’s affairs.”

“Thanks Mr. Prescott but I am Arista Melbourne, my name never changed.” She said, releasing her hand from his grip. Jackson stood and kissed the side of her face. She looked at him in surprise; he had never done anything like that. Donald watched them both with intelligent, probing eyes.

“Please have a seat, this will is very straightforward. I met with Paul as you are aware at least twice annually and he found a way to articulate what he wanted. The last time I spoke with him, he changed his will to include Mr. Sharper, who he indicated was one of his trusted caretakers.” Donald paused to glance at Arista and Jackson before continuing. All Arista noticed was how deep and melodious his voice was.

“Everything he owned, including the house, his car and his considerable assets and savings will be left to his wife, Ms. Melbourne. To Mr. Sharper, he bequeaths a sum of twenty-five thousand dollars and all of his golf clubs and memberships.” Jackson turned to Arista in surprise.

“I had no expectations, he was my friend.” Jackson said.

“You were invaluable to Paul and to me, Jackson. You were there so I could handle my business and simply as Paul’s friend. That is the least he could do.” Arista glanced up to find Donald staring at her.

“If there are no further questions, there are documents for signing and Mr. Sharper, my accountant can provide you with your check today. As I indicated this was straightforward. Ms. Melbourne, I would love to talk to you after this meeting.” Donald said, standing. Jackson looked uncertain but he stood as well and Donald led him to another area.

After several minutes, Donald returned to the room and sat on the edge of his desk, facing Arista. His nearness made her slightly uncomfortable.

“So, you are a contractor.” Donald stated more than asked.

“Yes. I own Melbourne Designs. Nowadays, I am more the owner than actual designer due to my husband’s illness but yes it is all mine. I started it when I was twenty five.”

“I wasn’t expecting you. You were never around when I visited Paul and he never introduced us. I thought you would be in your fifties or sixties. Paul was sixty-seven.”

“I am fifty, almost fifty one.”

“Let me see your identification.” Donald said.

“I am. I’m sure you are trying to be complimentary counselor but I am fifty.”

“Wow… Do you have any other questions?” He asked, changing the tone of the conversation.

“No, I will sign what you need me to sign and be on my way.”

“You don’t want to know how much money he left, other than the insurance policy?”

“I really don’t care about that right now. My husband died less than two weeks ago and you know what I crave more than anything? I crave sleep. For the past two weeks, I am in my pajamas by seven and I sleep an incredible thirteen to fourteen hours. I had not slept more than five hours per night in five years.”

“What do you plan to do when you finally wake up?” Donald asked.

“I will let you know when that happens.” Arista said. “Please provide me with the papers.

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The Balm of Love Among USA Today Must-read Romances

I’m a little late in sharing this… I’m so happy to say that I was featured among the USA Today Recommended Must-read Romances once again!

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Michelle Monkou says:

“Why you should read it: The dramatic saga of these friends and family around the Serenity Inn series continues with The Balm of Love. This time, Eleanor and Terry are face-to-face in an expected situation that provides the perfect opportunity for reflection on the verge of their divorce.

Nikki Walker turns the spotlight on each couple as they continue to face trials that test their faith and commitment. And when the trials rain down, the storm seems never-ending. Faith and persistence carry them through the darkness, and vulnerabilities are laid bare for judgment but also for forgiveness. Walker ensures there are lessons to be learned and valued in The Balm of Love.”

I’m so appreciative to be mentioned among these other wonderful writers.



Pangs of the Heart

Terrance sat on the side of his bed and held his head in his hands. He didn’t know how he’d made it through the rest of the work day, but he had somehow. Leaning against his headboard of bed pillows, he closed his weary eyes. Maybe a drink would stop his heart from feeling like little hammers rapping on his ribs.

The downside was that it could be a drink that wouldn’t stop. For nearly three months after he’d split with Eleanor, he had hidden in a bottle.  It had gotten worse after his brother had moved to Virginia. The idea of building a wilderness lodge was borne of him taking a trip with his brother, sleeping out under the stars as they had once as children with their father.

That was when Chad had proposed that he do something similar. He’d initially balked at the idea. But after a few days of being in nature he felt reborn. It was as if his mind and heart began to focus again and he felt himself feel like he could breathe and possibly start a life again—without Eleanor.

He didn’t know what kind of set up he’d wanted as he and his brother bashed ideas around but he was sure it wouldn’t have the bed and breakfast feel that Lindsay and Chad were doing. No, it would be challenging like the week they’d spent, but with packages made according to camping skills. Some could have cabins and cottages while others could hike and use tents. Some packages could appeal to families while others would be made to appeal to companies who wanted to do group bonding.

With his brother and father as  backers he took steps to make it happen and two years later the park had exceeded his expectations. It turned out that the project had been just what he needed to distract him from the heartache that had begun tearing at him from the moment he’d walked in on Eleanor trying to seduce his brother.

Even though he’d known Chad had done nothing to encourage the attraction it had taken everything in him not to beat on his brother that night. Instead, he placed the blame where it belonged, squarely on his wife. That night he’d thrown her out of Chad’s house where they’d been living at the time.

It had been bad enough to go through something like that among family, but Lindsay, Chad’s then fiancé had visited along with the family friend Cook. All had become a witness to the most horrific moment in Terry’s life. Sad to say, he knew none of them were any more surprised at the outcome of the evening than he was.

Trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong in their marriage had nearly killed him. His mind would replay pivotal moments in time between him and Eleanor all leading up to when their marriage hit the wall.

After some therapy and self-reasoning he realized he had to simply let it go or he would self-destruct and destroy his relationship with his brother as well. Trust was a precious thing.

Despite his jealousy, he decided to take the gamble on his brother. He hadn’t regretted it. Chad wouldn’t let him because he could see in his brother’s eyes the regret he had being part of the most painful thing to happen to him. That pain that glanced from his eyes at first sight, each time they reunited made him want to hate Eleanor afresh.

She’d put something between them that he wondered would ever go away, and for what? So it was strange to discover earlier that of all the complicated feelings which whirled within him for her—that none of them were hate.

Still, now that she was here working for him, he would make her pay for all the pain she’d caused if it was the last thing that he did.


If  you haven’t, please pick up the latest in the Serenity Series which reads as a complete story stand-alone as well.  But if you’d like to get caught up, check out the following links:


Her Guy-Friday New Cover Her Guy-Friday~Serenity Inn Series ~ Book 1 (June 2014)

Lindsay Morgan, the B & B Innkeeper has many secrets–starting with the domestic abuse that she endured in her marriage, which ends when her husband Warren is killed. But how does he die? Is it the result of her gunshots in self-defense, in the line of duty or is it the incompetent surgeon?

When Dr. Chad Lewis ends up at the B&B seeking peace and forgiveness, will the Serenity Inn live up to its name and offer two wounded souls the serenity that they desperately desire?  What will the future hold for these two, when Lindsay and Chad realize that their past is intertwined?  1-Click to Check into the Serenity Inn~ Her Guy-Friday!

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Love Embraced~Serenity Inn Series ~Book 2  (Sept.2014)

 When Lindsay and Chad met at Serenity Inn, there was immediate chemistry, but the timing for love was all wrong in the face of what they’d both just gone through. They decide to go their separate ways, but they keep in touch. Now the two have agreed to meet, this time on Dr. Chad’s luxurious home turf, with the feisty Cook along for the ride. The couple find that they not only still have feelings for each other, but those feelings have grown as though they’d never spent time apart. Their elation is short-lived; however, as they realize that with their burgeoning love comes a new challenge: Chad’s sister-in-law, Eleanor, who makes it abundantly clear that Lindsay is beneath Chad’s station in life. Is Eleanor’s assessment valid or does she have an ulterior motive for tearing Lindsay down?

While Chad deals with Lindsay’s unstable feelings, Walter, who has stepped into Chad’s shoes back at Serenity Inn has had his eye on Elaine for a while. She’s distrustful and secretive, but he still feels drawn to her. She pulls on the protector in him. When she finally begins to open up to him, her past comes crashing into her present and is laid bare right at Walter’s feet.  Will Walter continue to pursue Elaine, even in the face of her ugly past, which could put them all in danger and disturb their serenity? 1-Click to Check In!        

Guest Spot: Author M. J. Kane and her new book release “Nobody’s Business”

  First of all, thank you Nikki for hosting me on my blog tour and letting me share a snippet of my new release, NOBODY’S BUSINESS!

Symbolism has always been a pivotal part of my stories, and of course butterflies are an important part of each of the Butterfly Memoirs novels, especially when it comes to colors. This snippet follows the female lead in the novel, Kai Malone, as she discovers, with the help of her niece, the significance of a butterfly she saw when her paths crossed with the novels male lead, Trevon Campbell. Enjoy!


“Auntie K, what’s that?”

I set my Kindle down and studied the picture my niece held up. “It’s a butterfly.”

“Is a butterfly a bug?”

I smiled. My niece, Christina, was an inquisitive thing. At the age of five, she was all about asking questions. And like most kids, no topic was out of bounds. Thankfully, this question was an innocent one.

“Yes, it is.”

“Do butterflies come from the same place babies come from?”

I stifled a laugh, wondering where this question was about to lead. There was never a dull moment when babysitting my niece. Kelli had already told me she’d been avoiding the ‘where do babies come from’ question as much as possible. She, of course, told her it was from her tummy, but refused to answer the question of how did it get there. I told my sister she was going to have to answer it someday, like it or not.

“What do you mean?”

“Is momma going to have a butterfly?” Lying on the floor of my apartment with Sugar next to her, Christina closed her book, sat up, then crawled onto the sofa next to me. Her eyes were full of questions.

This was indeed the warm up for something more.

“No, sweetie. Mommy’s not having a butterfly; she’s having a baby. You’re going to have a little brother in a few months.”

“He’s not going to have wings like a butterfly?” Her disappointment appeared genuine.

To that, I really laughed. “No, silly. Human mommies can’t have insects, and a butterfly is an insect.”

Her little nose wrinkled in thought. “How does a mommy butterfly have baby butterflies?”

And there it was…the precursor to asking how her little brother got to be inside her mommy’s tummy. “Good question, let’s find out.”

I set the Kindle down and reached for my iPad, pulled up the internet and searched. Christina was fascinated by the pictures and information we found. Her curiosity satisfied, she asked to watch a movie. I let her select tonight’s kid flick, then popped a bag of popcorn. Having watched Despicable Me plenty of times, I found my thoughts going back to what we learned about butterflies.

The life cycle and symbolic meaning was nothing new. But for some reason today, it resonated with me on a different level.

I settled in on the sofa, kicked my legs up, and did more research. It was amazing what you could find on the internet. Most information, though, had to be taken with a grain of salt, because anybody could post anything on the World Wide Web. There were facts to be found and a grain of truth hidden within the fiction.

One page in particular got my attention.

Someone posted a question regarding the spiritual meanings behind butterflies. I had never thought of a butterfly that way, and wasn’t sure I ever would. Yet one person’s comment made me think.

‘You may have changes going on in your life and are unsure of how things will turn out. Sighting a butterfly over and over again could mean that you will emerge from the situation an unexpected new you.’

Wow. My mind went back to the day of the birthday party.

The moment I got out of my car and walked up the walkway to the front door, a butterfly had crossed my path then landed on the bush next to the front porch. It drew my attention because of its odd color. The body of it was black with matching wings and yellow accents around the edges. I’d never seen anything like it before.

I’d taken a picture of it with my phone, though after my run-ins with Malik and then Trevon at the party and Applebee’s, I forgot about it. Phone in hand, I pulled up the pictures, cycling through until I found what I was looking for. Curious, I searched the web for more information about what could be the promise of something new in my life.

After thirty minutes I found my butterfly; a Black Swallowtail. It was beautiful. I saved the image and sent a copy of it to my cell phone. Once it was downloaded, I set the image as the screen saver. Intrigued by the prospect of seeing a butterfly that stood out among the usual small yellow ones I saw around my house, the florist in me decided to research the meanings of its coloring. Black and yellow.

Instead of using the internet, I got off the sofa and went to the bookshelf in the corner of my living room. It took a few minutes to locate my florist books, given to me by my mother when I was younger, hidden behind my favorite paperback and hardback novels. I wiped off the dust and went to the kitchen to grab a cup of peppermint tea. After filling my mug with water, adding a tea bag, and putting it into the microwave, I flipped to the chapter that discussed the meanings of colors.

Black and yellow…black and yellow.


According to the information, the color black stood for power, adaptability, mystery, and the promise of things unknown.

Yellow represented joy, happiness, and the promise of a happy future.

“The promise of a happy future…I could really use that right about now.”

Not that I was exactly upset with my life. I had my dream job, a home I was proud of, and family that loved me. Not to mention, I was blessed with good health.

Christina’s laughter brought me out of my thoughts.

Then again, I was home on a Saturday night, babysitting my niece while my sister and her husband went out for a night on the town.

I looked at the picture of the butterfly that now graced the home screen of my phone and focused on the black wings and wondered…

What unknown promise awaited me in my future?


To celebrate the release of the fourth novel in The Butterfly Memoirs series, I am giving away a basket filled with Butterfly Memoirs goodies, including autographed paperback copies of ALL FOUR BOOKS!!!!  All you have to do is follow the month long blog tour and Tweet, Like, and Share!

Click here to enter!

Trevon Campbell’s world changed the moment his ex-girlfriend announced he was a father. Determined to make up for his past mistakes, he gives Trina what she wanted before their breakup, what feels like his soul, which means forgetting the woman he had a one-night stand with, the woman who stole his heart.

Kai Malone doesn’t want to play by her family’s rules. Instead of working for the family business, she became a firefighter. Being a female of multicultural descent, working in a field dominated by men, Kai focuses on her job to ignore the infidelity of her fiancé. Tired of his deceit, she gave in to a one-night stand with a complete stranger, someone she’d never have to see again…or so she thought.

When tragedy strikes, their worlds collide, leaving them no choice but to deal with each other again. It doesn’t take long for them to realize the attraction that brought them together the first time is stronger than ever, forcing Trevon to make the biggest decision of his life.

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About the Author:    MJ pic2

M.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this once stay at home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination free.  Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for men carrying a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.

No longer a television addict, if M.J. isn’t reading a book by one of her favorite authors, she’s battling with her creative muse to balance writing and being a wife and mother. She resides in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her high school sweetheart, four wonderful children, and four pit bulls. During the day, MJ is a librarian, in her spare time she is director of a local writer’s group, or online connecting with readers and other authors. Other activities she enjoys include: creating custom floral arrangements, assisting her children in their creative pursuits of music and art, and supporting her husband’s music production business, 3D Sounds.

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